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Song By Sting

"Windmills of Your Mind"

............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Round, like a circle in a spiral...Like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning,...On an ever spinning wheel...Like a snowball down a mountain...Or a carnival balloon...Like a carousel that's turning...Running rings around the moon...Like a clock whose hands are sweeping...Past the minutes on it's face...And the world is like an apple...Whirling silently in space...Like the circles that you find...In the windmills of your mind.........................................................................................Like a tunnel that you follow...To a tunnel of it's own...Down a  hollow to a cavern...Where the sun has never shone...Like a door that keeps revolving...In a half forgotten dream...Or the  ripples from a pebble...Someone tosses in a stream...Like a clock whose hands are sweeping...Past the minutes on it's face...And the world is like an apple...Whirling silently in space...Like the circles that you find...In the windmills of your mind.....................................................................................................................Keys that jingle in your pocket...Words that jangle your head...Why did summer go so quickly...Was it something that I said...Lovers walking along the shore, leaving their footprints in the sand...Was the sound of distant drumming...Just the fingers of your hand...Pictures hanging in a hallway...And a fragment of this song...Half remembered names and faces...But to whome do they belong...When you knew that it was over...Were you suddenly aware...That the autmn leaves were turning...To the color of her hair...Like a circle in a spiral...Like a wheel within a wheel...Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel...As the immages unwind...Like the windmills of your mind.......................................................................................................................................................................................................Pictures hanging in a hallway...And a fragment of this song...Half remembered names and faces...But to whome do they belong...When you knew that  it was over...Were you suddenly aware...That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair...Like a circle in a spiral...Like a wheel within a wheel...Never ending or beginning,  on an ever spinning wheel...As the immages unwind...Like the circles that you find...In the windmills of your mind.

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Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.

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Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking along the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

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Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

 

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